Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chaotic Sword God
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Apocalypse Gacha
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
I, The Dragon Overlord
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Chapter 142: Family Members' Secret Classes
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 213: They Found Us!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 394: Settling Old Scores
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chapter 236: Heartache of the Mechagod, The Last Queen of the Vampires
Is It Too Late to Leave the Chat Group?
Book 06 Chapter 067.1: King Arthur: Excalibur! Part 1
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3708: The Spelling of Disaster
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 11: Dry Duck vs. Dry Duck
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 212: Scrape All Of the Martial Arts Legacies
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 705- King Ghost Kill
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 868 - Holy City Shaken
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 704- We do our own thing
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 755: The Cloud Ancestor
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 176 - One Against Five
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 211: A Sword to Curb All Means
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 393: The Rain That Year
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chapter 235.2: What Is the Strongest Human? Tactical Retreat (2)
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 10: Augustus and the Sultana
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 210: Trump Card
Upon hearing Charlotte’s words, Roel instinctively shot a glance at the beautiful girl sitting on the bed, coyly half-hiding behind a pillow, and he immediately felt a surge of heat racing through his body.
Self-awareness was a virtue that all humans should have, but Roel felt that Charlotte was really acting too dense at this moment. Had there been an impromptu examination on the subject, she would have failed horrendously.
To be sitting on the bed dressed in such a manner while saying such words with such an expression… Is she trying to invite me?
Roel shot a cold glare at Charlotte, and to her credit, the latter immediately noticed the mistake in the way she expressed herself. She quickly corrected herself in a fluster.
“I-I was saying that we ought to rest. I didn’t mean it that way…”
“Yes, I know. I’ll go and sleep on the sofa. You should quickly turn in for the night.”
Roel stood up to walk out of the bedroom, but unexpectedly, he felt a tug pulling him back. He turned around and saw an auburn-haired girl holding onto the hem of his shirt.
“How can you rest properly on the sofa? T-this bed is wide enough for two. It’ll be fine as long as we just take a side each!”
Those words were spoken with a meek voice. Having never seen anyone sleeping on the sofa before, it was beyond Charlotte’s imagination to fathom that the furniture could even be slept on. Besides, Roel was both the successor of the Ascart House and her fiancé, which made it even more inappropriate for her to allow him to sleep on such a thing.
Of course, these were just extrinsic reasons. There was a more intrinsic reason why Charlotte had chosen to stop him—it was an order from her heart.
There were two reasons why she had come to this place today.
One, she wished to reward Roel’s hard work over the past few days and give him a short break.
Two, she wanted to free herself from the restraints she had shackled herself with, the lingering desires that continued to plague her since her childhood.
It wasn’t as easy as it looked for her to face her trau
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